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There's Not Enough Love For Lab Technicians

You’ve got to respect lab technicians. I mean seriously, to be a lab technician, you need guts. Lots of guts. Yesterday, I visited a doctor due to stomach upsets and  my stool sample was demanded. I went did my thing and as I waited there for my results, it got me thinking.  I just gave someone my number 2 to examine! I know from being a parent that poop is not a problem, what with the diaper changing and touching when sometimes it travels up the back. ( Every parent’s worst nightmare especially if your kid is overactive). But this is different. When  changing the diaper, you just remove the shit and throw it away, but the lab guy is combing through your shit (literally).

Then there's this time just before you hand over the sample. You are seated there holding it and pretending to be cool while deep inside you are dying.


What runs through their mind during such times? What kind of discussions do they have?

“Hey Tommy, can I get another tea bag? My tea is not red enough”

Tommy brings over the tea bag and stands there waiting for Andy to adjust the microscope.

“kwani what did that guy eat?” Andy asks, “it stinks!”

“Must be some bad beans,” Tommy says,” Did you score last night with that chick you were with last night?”

Mad respect for this guys.

All those in the medical profession are unsung heroes and next time you visit a hospital, thank them.
Fare warning though, when they tell you to get a sample, don’t fill that container. It’s sample! Hehehe

To all those in the medical profession, we salute you!



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